R&B SINGER Lyrics

She wanna go through my phone
I'm guessing she wanna be all alone
She must have forgot that I'm an R&B singer
She must have forgot she dealing with a real nigga
She wanna be Sherlock Holmes
She must not know that she could be gone
She must have forgot that I'm an R&B singer
She must have forgot she dealing with a cold nigga

[Pre-Hook]

Hope she found what she was looking for
Cause she traded in love, she traded in trust for that bullshit
Hope she found what she was searching for
Cause we was all good til she wanted to pull that bullshit

[Hook]

These are the pro's and cons, I'mma give 'em to you
These are the ups and downs, I'mma sing 'em to you
This the shit that you can expect when you dealin' with a real R&B singer
From an R&B nigga (x5)
When you dealin' with a real R&B singer

[Verse 2- Eric Bellinger]

See, every time I do a show
Or make an appearance on the radio
I meet another fan with a plan
And head back to the telly just to see what it's hittin' for
And baby I swear, I'm sorry
But it comes with the territory
Lookin' like this and soundin' like this, with a body like this
She was bound to be pissed

[Hook]

[Verse 3- Joe Budden]

Let's get a few things tucked away
I seen your ex, don't act like this ain't an upgrade
It's just real, I don't mean to alarm you
But if you take the pro's then you gotta take the cons too
Cause if your man really that poppin'
Don't be shocked when you learn that he really has options
You come home seeing parked new Ferraris
Like a cool sorority fueled by pool parties
Something to do when there's nothing to do
But we a couple for a reason, they ain't got nothin' on you
One day i'll dead 'em all, be the mortician
You keep playing your part I'll never need to audition
But you my baby, you could get the world
During threesomes I'll even let you pick the girl
Love how you in love with me, I'll put you up for putting up with me
But understand something...

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn'tIt was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fightingIn World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26In Vietnam he was 19In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today25 miles west of SaigonI really wasn't sure what was going on

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combatIn Vietnam were arrested since dischargeTheir arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same ageThere are no accurate figures of how many of these menHave been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration studyConcludes that the greater of vetsExposure to combat could more likely affect his chancesOf being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the warThey won't forget what they've seenDestruction of men in their primeWhose average was 19

De-de-destructionDe-de-destructionWar, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, warDe-de-destructionWar, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop shipsBut the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combatPerhaps the most dramatic difference betweenWorld War II and Vietnam was coming homeNone of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of themNe-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of themNone of them received a hero's welcomeNone of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration studyHalf of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from whatPsychiatrists callPost-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guiltSome succumb to suicidal thoughtsEight to ten years after coming homeAlmost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony